God, the al-one, I share your aloneness. My soul reaches out Its fingers to yours. Out of no urge but love I link my life with yours. My life was but a loneliness With which […]...More


God Is

God is a sunrise, and a sunset. God is goodness, and evil. God is the bloom on lips Gently reaching to yours. God is the snarling mouth And spit of someone Who hates you. God […]...More


A Woman’s Love

  It has only come with age; Something only known slowly, Through a sense other than My eyes or ears; A thing known over time, Perhaps because I have been In some ways blind To […]...More


Skin to Skin

The tide washed over me last night, It carried my quiet body From the warm sands Drifting me into the sea. And you were swimming in the waters. The waves lifted me And for a […]...More


Here I Am

  Here I am, nearly eighty, Stomping along like a one year old, With arms spread to add balance In case I fall over. Truly it is my second childhood, And I watch adults who […]...More



Bees   Bees are the greatest shoppers in the world. From the moment it gets light There they are looking in all the outlets. And if one finds a good product They let all their […]...More


I Said to my Mother

I said to my mother, “Be still, and tell me of my body.” And she replied saying, “My child, it is from my love for your father that you have sprung. Your limbs are my […]...More


Thy Will Is My Will

I said to the Unknown, “Thy will be done, not mine.” Then it was as if the Unknown smiled and said, “But thy will is my will. This I tell to all that ask.” It […]...More

Whats This-a


  I knew she wanted to be with me last night, so I left the door to my bedroom ajar. The night air was warm, and I was barely settled into bed before I heard […]...More


My Face Shone

Then came the music, composed from the very notes you had played upon my being, and so aroused in me. Within myself, woman living in me, streams of love and pleasure, I carried you tenderly […]...More


Sometimes – For Dakota

Sometimes I dream a poem. Sometimes I paint a dream. Sometimes I dance the unspoken, And sometimes my smile is a poem of a dream. In the springtime of love We long for each other […]...More


The Thrill

The thrill of feeling alive When my body was 75. It was with a rush of young enthusiasm That I went to the stairs with excitement. It was such a wonderful feeling That certainty that […]...More

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